Wunder Years Superbowl Sunday
here i am, selling coffee thinking of some girl who
speaks with her eyes not her mouth. shes a lock, the kind
that cant open and im sorry im not the key, that you need
me to be. shes got a magnet in her eyes, in the twilight
she is glowing, shes got hope on my shoulders, i'll take
her down. on superbowl sunday everything will be fine. 31
million, thats a lot of good times. we'll swim together
in the rough seas of our minds, you pack the rod, ill
bring the fishing line. shes a mess, im just a dirty rag
dont ask me to bring the 409. i see a little of me in
her, all the more reason for me to run away. she's
sweating with tears, i think its gonna rain tonight.
believe me, i know, you can run from whats inside. put
some faith in yourself. the blame is over me, you did
nothing wrong.
